After an unseasonal slide back into winter, followed by days and days of cloudy drizzle (we were spared the worst of the recent Nor'easter that blasted much of the Eastern seaboard), bright blue skies were back in vogue. Too bright, too blue, in fact, with very few condensed contrails from the airplanes that criss-cross our skies.
My daffodils and crocuses survived the cold temperatures for a last couple of days of glory (and photo-shoots, of course) before wilting away to deadhead heaven. But I still have several pink, white and blue hyacinths and late crocuses just starting to bloom. (Thank goodness for early winter garden clearance sales and great 'global warmed' weather to plant them in!)
M and I spent a good part of yesterday morning starting off the heirloom seeds that I hope to plant in my vegetable patch this year. Brandywine and Golden Pear tomatoes, muskmelon, snow peas, 'Triomphe de Farcy' beans, 'Chinese Giant' sweet peppers. Let's see how they fare germinating, or whether I'll cave in and replace them with the usual $1.50 half-dozen flats of Better Boy/Early Girl tomatoes/Generic peppers from Kmart.
We were serenaded by a big fat bumblebee who seems to have mistaken M's bright orange and pink outfit for a flower. I was able to persuade M to enlist Mr.Bumblebee as a good friend, who, unlike the bees, doesn't sting and just hovers around flowers for their nectar, even though her first instinct (and mine, too) was to run screaming into the house for cover.
My spinach and radishes are coming along nicely, having survived the cold snap without much fuss, protected by dollar store basins from the unseasonable snow and frost. My sole concern is whether the chipmunks are going to get them before I do.
The lawn looks thin, in comparison with our neighbors' lush green carpets. It has more moss and thatch than it should, but I dread the prospect of my husband walking around with Roundup can and sprayer/Moss control in hand. If the plan to add chemical treatments goes through,I don't think we will be treated to the sight of grackles and robins digging in our yard for worms or foraging for the 'best quality' dried grass, or squirrels and chipmunks playing 'get out of my territory, you illegal alien'. I'm hoping that sheer laziness will help at least delay, if not totally remove the threat of massive chemical infusion to 'green' our lawn.
About the inside of our residence, the less said the better. I know that I ought to get off my butt ( and an alarmingly big butt it has become, in the recent months of inactivity and working at the computer) and start the spring cleaning round. Maybe I'll have something to say about that in my next post. Till then, toodles!